From the recording Ernest Troost Live At McCabe's

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The Last To Leave

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15. The Last to Leave

I keep my eyes open
I try to look both ways
And I try most days to keep my ear to the ground
But I never saw
This freight train comin’
I never heard its mournful sound

Well, this was a sweet ride
While it lasted
I guess I’ll get past it, I can only try
But since you have gone
On that Greyhound to Boston
I’m still kind of lost in the reasons why

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My heart, my heart
It’s always the first to believe
My heart, my heart
It’s always the last to leave

If this love was a party
Well, everyone’s gone home
The stereo plays a lone melody
And I’m in the kitchen
I’m sortin’ through empties
Sortin’ through how empty can be

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Well, time wore my edges down
And I met a girl from a northern town
And she said, we better take it slow and see
‘Cause she knows what you pay to play
And her heart’s made in a special way
Then she turned and whispered to me, she said

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